I thought the cat had to be married to a real bitc

I thought the cat had to be married to a real bitch to be that miserable all of the time. Now, it is clear, cat is the real bitch. Why are some people just so downright miserable day after day after day? Definitely seems like the proverbial chicken and egg discussion. What comes first? Is it the fact that one is a real miserable person every day that causes them to be a real bitch? Or, are they a real bitch every day and that causes them to be miserable? I have fun every day! Some of these posters should try that - i.e. have fun every day. They might like it and quit complaining about everything and everybody every day. Just a suggestion.